The Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain
This is Macaques design from my Moana AU.
He is currently an enomurs and terryfing Shadow Monster, but he was once Sun Wukongs old "friend", and travel buddy on their many voyages together in the past.
Why is he like this? Well i made little angsty backstory, with clues to what happend to the once great Warrior.
You can read it either here, or on A03 where i also posted it (here)
The Voyager, The Sun and The Monster
Chapter 1 (Prolouge): Drowned by your Love
There is a small island, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, where both terrifying demons and small monkeys live together. One of these creatures inhabiting the Island, while just as much monkey and demon as the rest, stand outs quite a lot.
He has beautiful silk white hair, six magical ears, that can catch the wind flap of a bird thousands of miles away, and a pair of radiant golden eyes, that will pierce through anyone who dares come near.
His name? Liu Mihou. Also rightfully known as âThe Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountainâ
On normal circumstances The Warrior would be either be training, gathering food supplies for him and the other monkeys, or making his presence known, to any hostile idiot, dumb enough to try and challenge him.Â
But not today. Today, you can find The Warrior in the early morning light, preparing for voyage he is not sure when, or if he will ever come back from.
Yet... The Silk Monkey knows it will be worth it. For the person he is looking for is worth everything, and more, that can be worth something in this world.
 âThe King of Flower Fruit Mountain!â, âThe great sage equal to heaven!â, âThe Monkey King!â. Or, as Mihou knew him: âMy Sunâ.
Just a few hundred years ago, these two celestial monkeys were sailing through all the great oceans together. Battling through storms, strong enough to destroy entire islands, becoming more powerful than the other demons could ever hope to become, and at the same time forming a bond strong enough, to become something greater than friendship.
ExceptâŠthat all changed when Sun Wukong started playing against a power, he was not prepared for. The power of the Jade Emperor.
This traitorous act against the emperor, would ultimately end in the great sageâs downfall, where he would be catched and imprisoned by the Buddha himself, and pinned down by his very hand. And now, he was now trapped under âFive Element Mountainsâ, until an unknown destiny would free him.
Nobody, not even the wisest of the immortals, knew when that day would come.
Itâs been 500 years since the great sageâs new destiny, fell upon him. Yet now... he has disappeared.
Mihou didnât know how or where, or if it was done by fair means or foul. He solely knew that the once immense mountain, that had once sealed away his sun, was now only rubles and ashes of its former greatness.
Initially Mihou had been exited, ecstatic even, about this news. However, he quickly realized that like mountain, the King too was gone.
No messages, no clues, no anything. He was truly⊠gone... But he wasnât "gone, gone" that would be crazy! "Sun Wukong, The Great sage equal to heaven" could never, would never.... Yea... His sun is fine, he will surely find him!
Plus, Mihou got all the things he needs to find The King, his magic ears being a big part of it. And then⊠they can be together again, and everything will be balanced, just like before! After all, how can a moon shine without its sun?
He confidently looks down at his own reflection, his silk white hair and shining ears animated in the cold and radiant water below. Everything is going to be ok.
But then he notices the dark roots crawling up his hair.
Dark roots that are slithering its way inside his silk white hair, like an infection, and turning it as dark as a burned corpse.
And nearly, one thirds of his entire mane canât reflect any of the suns glow back anymore. And it will never be able to do it again.
For a second, it catches The Warrior off guard, but he really shouldnât havenât been surprised by this.
These dark roots have slowly been taking up more and more of his silk white hair, for well⊠Mihou keeps failing to remember that, but it was before his sun disappeared, he knows that much.
Mihou closes his eyes, trying to push the thoughts back. But instead, an old memory creeps up, and fills his soul with dread.
A demon. It attacked them.
They were young, stupid and furthermore in love, and together, they thought nothing could stop. Neither in celestial realm nor on earth.
Sure, Mihou was barely half the power of his counterpart, but that didnât matter. It never really had mattered. The only thing Mihou and Wukong had ever cared about was each other.
Except, this time, it DID matter. Because⊠Wukong got hurt. Badly hurt.
There had been so much blood⊠Macaque could barely look at him⊠and Mihou had started panicking⊠while a piercing cry had cut through the air, when his Sun was impaled⊠The world turned around⊠everything had become so awfully quiet.
And Mihou had just been STANDING THERE. He had done nothing, but tremoring in horror over the cursed remains that was his dying sun. And then that awful, awful demon that had HURT HIS SUN, started whispering terrible, terrible words in his all too powerful earsâŠ
âOh, how sadâ ⊠âdid he mean much too you?â ⊠âWhat a pityâŠâ ⊠âyou should have protected him better thenâŠâ
And⊠He listened. For wasnât it true?
Wasnât he the one who now stood beside his fading sun, that could barely light any brighter than the flickers of an ending campfire? Wasnât he the one who had just been standing by his side, while his sun had worked so hard for everyone. Worked so hard and continued getting stronger. To get strong enough to protect his people. To protect Mihou. And he is now dying for the sake of a six eared demon, that would never be able to pay him back. Mihou hadnât earned any of that. Wukong hadnât deserved that. Mihou was a traitor.
The demon didnât even notice, before it was too late. The demon didnât even notice, before his insides lay before him, and he lied next to it. The demon didnât even seem to notice Mihouâs scream of agony and pain, before his soul had already left his body.
Everything after that was a blur.
A blur filled with small glimpses of his dying sun, while an unworthy Warrior had desperately tried to save him.
And when the world finally came back into the view, his sun⊠His sun was ok. His sun was ok. His sun was ok.
âSorry I scared you so badly there, my dear moonâ, Wukong had said with a sad look on his face. âI must admit, he wasnât as strong as me, but he sure was clever.â His sun had said with a grin on his face.
And oh⊠How Mihou could have looked at that smile forever. Yet⊠he was constantly reminded of what had happened.
If that demon⊠If that god forsaken demon had been any stronger, just a bit, WukongâŠ
Mihou couldnât risk that⊠Never again would he look at his dying sun, covered in his own torn open flesh and shattered bones. Never again would he hear, Wukongâs breath draw close to its final limit. Never again would The Great Sage be betrayed by his own Warrior, who he thought he could trust to always protect him.
For in The Warriors own eyes, he was a traitor. A foul soul who would simply overserve as a prejudiced destiny would drown out the only spark of hope left for their island and its people.
Hence why Mihou did, what he did next.
On the darkest day of the year, where the shadows rosed higher, than their own creators, Mihou stood in the middle of an abandoned Island. He was hoping for someone who could help. And soon enough, someone rose up. The silhouette of the darkness. A spirit. One made of magic not seen quite often.
âThe six eared Macaque asks for my help. Donât you have enough assistance from the king already?â the spirit remarked in a gravelly, judging, voice, whilst turning itself into a clone of The Great Sage to prove its point.
âYes, please, I need your wisdomâŠâ
âMy wisdom⊠Well, there sure is a considerably amount of that, you will have to be more specificâŠâ
Even though he knew exactly, what he had been come for, it still took Mihou a few seconds, before he finally answered:
âHow do I protect someone, who is stronger than me? How do I make sure, I can help someone, when I barely have the strength of the wind, against a storm coming their way?â
Mihou could feel small tears starting to pierce through his eyes, yet he did little to stop them. âHow do I make sure, I donât betray the people I love, when they need me the most?â
The silence after that was barely enough time for the water to hit shore in its never-ending rhythm. Despite that, it had felt like millions of winters and summers had already passed, by the time the silhouette finally spoke again.
âThere is one wayâŠ.â
âHowever, as all things, it comes with great consequences.â
âI will do anything, please! Just tell me what I need to do!â
The silhouette seemed to watch him like a hawk.
âYou are more stupid than you look, Warrior of Flower Fruit Mountain.â
The shadow started morphing into something else.
âLiuâer Mihou, for my power you need to know. This power requires the utmost control. One step aside could lead you drowning in its pit, leaving you only as host to submit.â
The shadows showed The Warrior consumed by shadows, until there is no light left in him.
Mihou took a deep breath.
âHow can I control it then?â
âWarrior, only destiny will be your reaper.â
It morphs back into its normal silhouette.
âNow⊠do you accept this power?â
Mihou, looking back, should probably have thought it more through. But back then, the guilt and love for his Sun had been so strong, it had almost blinded him.
And then everything went black.
Hundreds of years later, Mihou still doesnât know, how or when he ended back on Flower Fruit Mountain.
But that didnât matter. The only thing that mattered then, was the power he had now. The power to protect the island, its monkeys and⊠his sun.
Wukong was skeptical at first, luckily the King had always been more of the oblivious type, so he quickly started to pride the new power as much as Lihou used too.
The newfound power Liuâer Mihou had gained were shadow powers. He could manipulate, create or absorb any shadow as he pleased.
This power also made it easier for him to learn the â72 transformationsâ, which Wukong had already learned hundreds of years ago, since Mihou could âcopyâ them using his shadow powers, until he didnât need Wukong by his side anymore to do it.
Though, as all things, it wouldnât last long until he learned the consequences of his choices firsthand.
Wukong and Mihou had been fighting a demon, who was stronger than what they were used to, but they had been fighting a lot of them recently, anyway. However, for just a second, Macaque had become cocky, and his let the shadow powers run free to devour their enemy whole.
Expect, after the fight was over, Macaque noticed the dark hair for the first time.
It had been small at first, barely noticeable, but with every âslip upâ it had gotten more and more noticeable.
It wasnât just if he got cocky in battle. If something had hurt him mentally, it would also grow. Which, when Wukong got trapped under the mountain⊠The infection had grown to the length of two small snakes crawling up his legs and arms in just a few hours.
Moreover, when they got into a fight while Wukong was trapped⊠The fur on his legs was almost completely black.
So, the 500 years that had slowly been passing by had been both a physically and mental war in his head, that from each day that had went by got closer and closer to winningâŠ
The lack of a king also meant that more demons had started to attack Flower Fruit Mountain, therefore Macaque had to use way more power than usual, which would just make the curse worse...
And then every night, if it was a quiet one, he would cry himself to sleep, in his now empty nest.
Yet, as the black fur was getting dangerously close to his heart, which Mihou did not want to find out what happened if it reached it, there was⊠hope.
Wukong was free now after all!
Mihou was so sure, that as soon as they found each other again. When he could finally embrace that golden fur again, everything would be fine.
And as Mihou looked down the boat, now ready for the long voyage ahead, he felt A hope rise in his chest, for the first time in these 500 years.
Everything will be ok; nothing bad ever happen anymore.
Wukong is waiting for him after him after all!
